"Eight thousand? No problem!"
Qi Yun agreed readily to the dean's quoted price without hesitation.
He immediately took out his phone and transferred eight thousand yuan to the account of the children's welfare home.
The dean's eyes showed a touch of emotion, clearly seeing that Qi Yun did not really need those old pieces of furniture, but was only helping the children here.
"Tha...thank you, Qi Yun."
"Hehe, you're welcome, Dean." Qi Yun smiled and waved, then stood up. "I'll leave you to your work and call a car to move those pieces of furniture now."
The dean put away her handkerchief, stood up to see him off: "Alright, I'll have Old Yu who stokes the boiler help you later."
After leaving the office, Qi Yun called Wei Yong. Upon learning that Wei Yong was free, he asked him to find a large truck to come and haul the items.
He then walked again towards the room where the old furniture was stored.
